Enjoyable, this cooler time of year,
Though not with Winter at the present time.
How Summer never stayed, no heat to fear —
So unpredictable. (Not so this rime.)

The problem one has with a riming verse
(Or rhyming if you choose, it matters not),
Is some predict the ending. Throw in Terce
(Approximates the time I penned this jot.)

So there it is! Now lines must have an end,
But some may linger longer than the season
I mentioned at the start. (No thoughts transcend,
And if they do, for no apparent reason.)

Was thinking (What’s the point?) when Summer fled.
Her final words? Find winter-rimes instead.

Ferrick Gray
© 2021

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